strings // newtmas au

last young renegade

Thomas learned what fandoms were that next week. As the tour went on, WICKED started blowing up. They gained several thousands of followers due to the massive amounts of people who went to the Blink's shows. People started recognizing just how good WICKED actually was. Pages on instagram started popping up dedicated to the band. They posted edited pictures, updates and even videos. Minho was loving it, he spent a good amount of time commenting on pictures saying how "fucking hot" he was. It impossibly inflated his ego even more. Newt said he was indifferent but Thomas knew it made him happy. He caught him softly smiling at the pages sometimes. Thomas didn't blame him, it's nice when other people appreciate what you work hard on. These "fans" loved the pictures he posted with Teresa. They started taking some and uploading them to the instagram page per Janson's requests. They were mostly stupid pictures, one of Teresa on his back, another of him shoving an ice cream cone in her face. They weren't even staged, Thomas just genuinely liked Teresa and got along with her well. Minho just happened to take pictures at good times. Janson loved it though, he was overly happy with how things were going and he guessed everyone else was too.

Thomas himself had gained a decent amount of followers, Rose was totally jealous. She said his "instagram sucked" and his photos "weren't even aesthetic". Thomas was kinda sad that he couldn't post pictures of him and Newt, but it didn't matter that much. He kept them on his camera roll and boy did he have a nice arsonal of pictures of him and Newt. He had stupid ones from selfies he'd taken with Newt making a weird face to cute ones where Newt was kissing him and even the rare ones where Newt was actually smiling and not holding up a peace sign. Newt hated those ones, but Thomas didn't. Thomas loved them, just like he loved Newt. He loved him a lot.

"Just one outfit?" Teresa begged as she clasped her hands together and stuck out her bottom lip.

"No!" Thomas said again as he looked at Newt for some backup. The blonde boy had his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"I'll pay for it!" Teresa tried again, sticking her lip further out as if it would help convince him to change his mind.

They were at some weird shop that Teresa dragged them to. It sold clothes that definitely fit her style so he could see why she loved it, but he wasn't sure why he had to be dragged there, or why she was trying to make him pick something out.

"Thomas, sweetheart," Teresa started again as she took his hands. "I love you, but I'm sick of seeing you walk around in the same four tasteless shirts."

Newt snorted out a laugh and Thomas glared at him.

Minho was passed out asleep on the floor of the bus, he'd been like that since he ate four bowls of mac and cheese, they decided to leave him like that. Thomas was a little glad now, he knew that he'd be on Teresa's side in this situation.

"It doesn't have to be anything too crazy! I'll even let Newt help!"

"What if Newt doesn't want to help?" Newt piped up from the rack he was looking at.

Teresa let out a frustrated sigh. "You don't want to help your man dress like he isn't blind?"

Newt shrugged, looking board at the jean jackets he was filing through. "I don't really care what he wears, I'm taking it off him either way."

Teresa let out another noise. "You gays are impossible."

"You mean guys?"

"No. I said what I said."

"Hey, Minho's only half gay and he's more impossible than us."

"Fair point," Teresa replied as she turned back to Thomas. "Please. I'll do anything."